Keeping up with the strange creature Tia rode was not difficult, although it did make Aziraphale feel slightly exposed. It had been a long time since he showed his wings to anyone, and he had the vague feeling that a set of disapproving eyes were watching him whenever he did.
Still, she was aware what he was, and there was no easier way to keep up (unless he wanted to miracle a bicycle to fly, but that was much more conspicuous and he didn't own a lock for when they stopped).
Were she aware of his thoughts, she'd tell him that he should just do exactly as he pleases. As it is, she simply glances over with a smile. She's heard of angels, heard them spoken in the same sentences as the gods brought across her oceans, but never met one before. In this moment where she actually feels something close to happy, an almost childlike curiosity overtakes her.
I'm so sorry it took so long ):madetothwartSeptember 18 2011, 12:52:30 UTC
He was rather self-conscious of his wings; nice and white though they were, they were nothing on the scale of Gabriel's or Uriel's and he had always felt they were looking down on him for it. So it was rather nice to be the recipient of some smiling glances, the pride1 making him puff his (already ample) chest out.
"You're quite right, my dear, flying is a most exhilarating activity."
He was pulled short on her next words, however. He knew quite well that it was probably a rhetorical question, and most likely complimentary meant, but he felt compelled to reassure her that he wasn't flawless. Putting just the right amount of thought into his answer; which was, just for note, somewhat less thought than goes into what colour to repaint the kitchen, and significantly more thought that which parking space to occupy at Sainsbury.
"I'm afraid there are a great many things I lack skills at. Knitting, sadly, is a skill I have attempted to master on more than one occasion and have failed at2."
1. While pride was, technically, one of the
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/leaves crying. despite also being late.inherbonesSeptember 25 2011, 00:20:13 UTC
She doesn't know if it's the answer itself or the earnestness of it, but she can't help herself. She laughs.
"Your god must be an amazing being to have one such as you. It be weird," she shakes her head, "but you remind me of one such man from my world. Him was beloved of a god and had as you a wondrous purpose. And like you unlike anyone I have ever known."
Her steady smile belies the sudden nostalgia that threatens to swallow her. Her locket hangs heavily around her neck in its absence.
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Still, she was aware what he was, and there was no easier way to keep up (unless he wanted to miracle a bicycle to fly, but that was much more conspicuous and he didn't own a lock for when they stopped).
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"Flying. Give pleasure. What can't you do?"
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"You're quite right, my dear, flying is a most exhilarating activity."
He was pulled short on her next words, however. He knew quite well that it was probably a rhetorical question, and most likely complimentary meant, but he felt compelled to reassure her that he wasn't flawless. Putting just the right amount of thought into his answer; which was, just for note, somewhat less thought than goes into what colour to repaint the kitchen, and significantly more thought that which parking space to occupy at Sainsbury.
"I'm afraid there are a great many things I lack skills at. Knitting, sadly, is a skill I have attempted to master on more than one occasion and have failed at2."
1. While pride was, technically, one of the ( ... )
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"Your god must be an amazing being to have one such as you. It be weird," she shakes her head, "but you remind me of one such man from my world. Him was beloved of a god and had as you a wondrous purpose. And like you unlike anyone I have ever known."
Her steady smile belies the sudden nostalgia that threatens to swallow her. Her locket hangs heavily around her neck in its absence.
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